A lively atmosphere.
Though it was late, both the members and the other guests began recording the program with an energetic appearance.
Since they were a boy group close to being rookies who had just released their second album, they continued shouting slogans, acting cute, and making exaggerated actions even though it made their fingers curl in embarrassment.
When he got tired during filming, Siwoo would sneak behind Yechan and gently pinch the tip of his nose to suppress the yawns that threatened to burst out.
“Now, for this game called ‘Shout in Silence,’ the three teams of Sangjun & Chan, Evan & Siwoo, and Chan & Yechan will reveal the new song ‘Lucifer’ stage if they get a total of six questions correct.”
After introducing the game they were about to play, they also explained the rule that since there were five members, leader Chan would participate in the game twice.
The game started with Sangjun & Chan.
The set was filled with laughter at Sangjun’s actions as he approached the game slowly with a serious expression as if questioning whether he really had any intention of getting it right, and Chan’s actions as he tried to explain even one more thing somehow.
However, because of Sangjun who only repeated “What? I can’t hear you. Say it again” with a serious expression, they only got two questions right.
Siwoo, who sat at an appropriate distance from Evan and put on the headset, looked at the production staff in surprise at the loud music that rang out. He didn’t expect it to be completely inaudible like this.
“Wow. The music is really too loud.”
He had to judge the surrounding situation by what he could see with his eyes. The members were chattering beside him, but he couldn’t hear their voices at all.
“I really can’t hear anything.”
Evan, sitting across from him, also just appeared to be moving his mouth, saying something incomprehensible. Since they had decided that Siwoo would explain the questions and Evan would answer, Sangjun was standing behind Evan holding a sketchbook.
“Start!”
The word written on the sketchbook Sangjun was holding was ‘mango.’
“Some.thing. You. Like.”
Siwoo spoke, enunciating each syllable clearly. The music was so loud that he couldn’t tell how loudly he was speaking right now.
“Huh?”
When Evan’s brow furrowed slightly across from him, Siwoo spoke again.
“Some.thing. You. Like……”
“Something you like? Something I like! You.”
Evan quickly answered, cutting off Siwoo who was slowly continuing his words.
Suddenly Evan spoke rapidly and shouted something, but Siwoo instinctively knew he was wrong.
“No. No, something you like.”
“Right, something I like. You! Siwoo! Kim Siwoo!”
Everyone watching burst into loud laughter because of Evan who spouted out every word referring to only one person with such a confident and loud voice.
“No. No. Something you like. Not me!”
Because it seemed like Evan was suddenly calling his name, Siwoo spoke rapidly in his urgency.
“Me? You? I like you though. Not you? Coco. Quokka? Animal! Quokka!”
Evan, who had been excitedly saying every word related to Siwoo, tilted his head when Siwoo kept shaking his head as if to say it wasn’t him. Then instinctively trying to get closer to him, he bent his upper body toward Siwoo.
“Again. Again. Some.thing. You. Like. Fruit. Fruit! Fruit. Something to eat. Fruit.”
Siwoo explained the question again when it seemed like Evan was focusing on him.
“Plum! Plum!”
Evan repeated the same word as if he had understood again, but no matter how you looked at it, it was a different mouth shape from mango.
“Yellow. Yel.low.”
At this point, Siwoo shouted loudly with veins bulging in his neck. Since there was a game rule that they couldn’t use their hands, Siwoo, who had placed his hands on top of the large headset, looked back and forth between the filming camera and Evan.
Then he raised his head again to look at Sangjun, who was holding the sketchbook with one hand and waving his other hand as if to show it was wrong.
“Fruit? Fruit! Yellow. Korean melon, banana. Also…… also……”
Evan, who understood Siwoo’s words a little, now listed all the fruits he knew.
“Fruit you like. Yellow. Round. Sweet. Southeast Asia.”
Only after Siwoo continued his explanation, rolling his large eyes around, did the answer ‘mango’ come out of Evan’s mouth.
Chan was laughing with his shoulders shaking, and Yechan, who had been standing beside them at the start of the game, was now sitting in a chair a little behind them, clutching his stomach.
At the same time as Evan got the answer right, the sketchbook turned over and this time the word ‘devil’ was written there.
“Our song! Our new song!”
It was a program they were appearing on to introduce their new song. So naturally, questions related to the song came up. It sounded nice calling it a game, but in reality, if they couldn’t get six correct, they would certainly perform the new song stage even if they somehow solved more problems and got them right for editing.
“Lucifer!”
This time, as if he had understood right away, the answer came out in the desired direction.
“Lucifer. Right, right. Our. Mu.sic. Vi.de.o.”
Siwoo tried to draw out the answer ‘devil’ through the explanation of your role in the music video.
“Lucifer. Huh? Lucifer. Isn’t that the answer? What? What?”
Evan, who thought Lucifer was the answer, frowned and fixed his gaze on Siwoo’s red lips as he kept talking.
“Mu.sic…… Music. Musical? Ah! Music video.”
Evan, who had been following the shape of Siwoo’s mouth as he repeated the same word, was now following where Siwoo was leading him this time.
“Music video. Right, right.”
When Evan followed his words well, excited Siwoo’s butt bounced on the chair he was sitting on.
“I am Lucifer. Me. Lucifer. You……”
“Kiss!”
Siwoo’s eyes widened as he was trying to say he was the Lucifer role and what role are you. Then he blinked rapidly. What is he saying?
Siwoo’s slightly parted lips twitched. Muttering the word ‘devil’ without making a sound, he realized there was nothing that overlapped with the word Evan had just uttered.
“Kiss. Lucifer. Music video.”
The camera captured Siwoo, who couldn’t understand Evan’s words and tilted his head while rather staring intently at Evan’s lips, and conversely, Evan spouting out everything he expected might be the answer.
“No. Why would kiss come from there!”
Yechan, whose stomach hurt from laughing too much, finally sat down on the floor and shouted in frustration.
“Why is Evan explaining? He should listen and answer.”
Seeing Siwoo lost in thought and Evan continuing to talk, Chan shook his head in disbelief. That bastard definitely understood everything. Is the broadcast a joke?
That guy, who had no intention of hiding it from the beginning, was clearly using the broadcast as an excuse to carry on his romance now. He was openly shouting, we’re dating, I love Siwoo.
The problem was that their innocent Siwoo wasn’t noticing it at all. And the PD filming right now was so excited his mouth was reaching his ears.
Who would have known such issue-worthy content would come out?
Just Ocean’s comeback alone had already plastered various entertainment news sections.
But an idol freely shouting such potentially sensitive words. There was absolutely no reason to edit this situation. Rather, they should preserve it and have it talked about for a long time.
“What is he saying?”
Watching Evan continue to say strange things, Siwoo tilted his head as if he really couldn’t understand and looked at Chan standing beside him, not at the camera.
“Pass, pass.”
Thinking this might become a problem if they left it any longer, Chan said to pass and quickly made a gesture to move on with his hand.
“Lucifer. Your role in Lucifer!”
Siwoo, who seemed to have gotten everything right but ignored Chan’s action to move on to the next question, looked at Evan again.
“Isn’t it kiss?”
While Siwoo was struggling, Evan was stubbornly pushing for kiss.
“Huh? Kiss. Kiss? Why? Kiss? Hey, you…… No! No! Not that! What did you do then. Why aren’t you listening. Listen a bit! Stop talking and listen to me!”
Only then did Siwoo, who noticed the mouth shape Evan was repeating, jump up from his seat and shout, and now even the staff started laughing.
“Ah……! What did you do?”
In contrast to Siwoo, who couldn’t contain his frustration and shouted while clenching his small fists tightly, Evan’s contrasting appearance of smiling leisurely as if pleased to finally understand was definitely filling up broadcast airtime.
“You. What role did you play in the music video!”
Siwoo, who didn’t even notice whether Evan had understood or not, was showing a side that had never been seen even a little on broadcasts until now.
Unlike Yechan, who publicly appeared friendly and cute like a large dog, Siwoo with his slightly upturned eyes and somewhat slow speech was regarded like a sensitive feline animal.
And here he was, speaking to Evan in such an urgent and high voice, stamping his feet.
“Lucifer.”
“Aah! Two syllables. It’s two syllables!”
The answer was definitely the two-syllable ‘devil,’ but Siwoo, who had focused on watching Evan’s lips saying three syllables, ended up spinning around in a circle right there.
“Got it, got it. Don’t be mad. Devil.”
Siwoo, who stood straight after spinning once, saw that the sketchbook Sangjun was holding had turned over.
When will this game end? The word written this time was ‘friend.’
Haah…… How do I explain this one.
Siwoo, who sat down and took a deep breath, bit his lower lip hard then released it.
“Our. Re.la.tion.ship.”
Checking Evan’s expression as he focused on him as if he hadn’t heard properly, Siwoo raised his voice again.
“You and me. Our relationship.”
“I love you?”
……He wished he hadn’t caught it, but at the word read so accurately, Siwoo stared blankly at Evan.
“No?”
At Siwoo’s dazed appearance, Evan asked back this time.
“Same age! We’re the same age.”
Siwoo, who quickly came to his senses, shook his head slightly and started explaining again.
“Our relationship. Close. Like.”
At this point, he couldn’t tell if Evan’s answer was completely off-topic, intentional, or if he really couldn’t understand. Chan, who finally raised his hand to press his brow and cover his eyes, let out a deep sigh.
“Is this okay?”
In the situation of laughing, chattering, and guffawing, at the small voice of Yechan coming from beside him, Chan just shook his head. Honestly, even he found it funny watching this. But would the broadcast guys let this go?
“What wouldn’t be okay. These are people who are even wearing friendship rings.”
Since they had definitely gotten their airtime, today’s recording would probably end earlier than usual. That was enough. Thinking it would be better to just give up and let things flow rather than trying to explain and overreact which could become more of a problem, Chan lowered the hand that had been covering his eyes and smiled brightly.
If you can’t avoid it, you might as well enjoy it.
